Category Short story
“Maa…I’m here..catch me if you can.”
“Wait..hold on..here I come..wait Pari.”
And as I shouted..I found myself in bed..again.
Again it was a dream…I longing for my Pari…My angel….My beloved..my soulmate.
Tomorrow will be her eighteenth birthday…my little daughter would be an adult now…. “and then I could cast vote…right maa”. So anxious to fulfill her fantasies… .consistently in a rush to grow up.
Yes! always in hurry…..that she left me to reach Heaven first. And what a coincidence…she chose her most special day to leave this world..her birthday.
The night appeared to be so long… unfit to rest I thought of beginning with the arrangements… first Barsi of my little girl. No agony could compare the torment of holding your piece of heart… dead.
I could still feel those tiny hands when I held her for the first time. Why I was chosen to bear this pain? Was the death of Amit not enough for my sins? Why Pari…..Why?
All plants in my garden had withered…which once were full of flowers and fragrance. As I sat there holding the plate of rice…phone rang.
“Hello! Yes…speaking…yes..I am Pari’s mom….what for….Ok I’ll be there.”
Some Mr.Banerjee wanted me to visit Jeevan Hospital. What could be the reason? Why he addressed me as Pari’s Mom? Neither I nor Pari visited that hospital.
It was 10 am when I was standing in the corridor of the hospital.
“Come maam…I want you to meet someone….” I followed Mr. Banerjee.
It was in a small room with a little girl of around ten….” thank you aunty!” she ran to me and held me tightly.I was shocked but loved her affectionate hug….after such a long time.
But what did I do?…it was my signature that Pari took on a form….consent for eye donation.
And look at what has happened…my Pari is here…my piece of heart is here… looking at me.
Pari ..you’re back…. the autumn is over….my garden will blossom again!
Shweta Prakash Kukreja